Sunrise Over the Ocean at Long Beach Island

29 09 2007

Here are a series of photos that I took in August when I spent a few days on the Jersey shore on Long Beach Island. I hadn’t expected to get up to see the sunrise, but one of the guests included a 2-year old who’s clock didn’t switch over to a vacation pace. So I made the most of it…it was a glorious display of colors.  And, I haven’t seen the sun rise as elegantly in a while.





69 Is the New 49!

25 09 2007

Happy 69th

They say 69 is the new 49…and here’s proof! On Sunday, September 23, Mom turned 69 years old. To celebrate, the Cousins and I covertly organized a surprise party. I figured we’d have an easier time pulling the wool over her eyes. Alas, she says she thought something was “up” when no one was able to make themselves available for her birthday and when the Cousins decided to meet on a Sunday to play pinochle instead of their usual Saturday. Then, again, I don’t think she suspected quite the party that we did manage to put together.

 Cousin Carolyn graciously and generously opened up her house to us and provided the halupki feast. Cousin Paulette organized the oldies trivia games and a tasty sausage dish. Cousins Erma, Jean, and LaRue provided home cooked dishes.

Many people brought gag gifts…some were quite funny although I was busy tending to food details to be catch too many details.

We had lovely weather and a fun time to match.  

ODE ON BECOMING 69

Oh! The magic,
Oh! The joy,
Of that number. How cute! How coy!

She’ll never guess.
She’ll never know.
What will our sneaky scheme bestow?

Bring your spirit.
Bring your cheer.
Bring a gag gift if you’ve no fear.

Nothing fancy!
Nothing frilly!
We’ll laugh and giggle ’til we’re silly.

Now, keep it quiet.
Keep it mum.
She’ll be 69 for years to come!

Party Crowd 1Party Crowd 2





On Turning 16

19 09 2007

ian.jpgIan and GrammyIan’s 16th

Ok. So here’s the real reason behind my back-blog…I think. I’ve been in such denial because I can’t bear the thought that my “little” boy is growing up. He turned 16 on August 25. And I couldn’t bring myself to write another post about a subsequent happening until I had first addressed this topic. But, alas, no guts, no glory…you have to face your fears sometime, eh?

Where, O where, has all the time gone?? My baby – ready to drive a car? My baby -now 6′ 1″ tall? My baby – having an adult conversation with me? My baby – taking control of his own life?

 How scary is that for a parent? As much as I look forward to the days when my parental duties wind down and I no longer have to plan my schedule around drop-offs and pick-ups, practices here and sleepovers there, and the mom-what-can-I-have-to-eat-NOW? demands in the middle of a conference call for work, as much as I look forward to no longer scurrying around in the morning two minutes before the bus arrives searching for missing cleats or fishing through my purse for lunch money or printing out homework assignments, as much as I look forward to quiet days where nothing gets lost under the mound of school papers and I can plan my days according to my needs and wants, as much as I look forward to all of that — I know that I’ll miss it, too.

A strange comfort arises in knowing that someone depends on you even when that responsibility feels like an overwhelming burden at times. And, an empty space opens up like an all-encompassing sinkhole when you realize that the someone doesn’t really need you any more…at least not in that way.

And so, life goes on. The parent-child relationship morphs and redefines itself into its next phase. Where one chapter ends, a new one begins.

Anyway, enough philosophy for one post. Can you tell that Ian turning 16 was far more momentous for me than it was for him? I think it was worse than if I had reached amy own “milestone” birthday.

Nonetheless, we did manage to celebrate! These photos were taken at a modest birthday feast with my parents in attendance. Ian requested strawberry rhubarb pie instead of birthday cake, which Grammy provided. I supplied the beer can chicken…yumm!





Working on the Back-Blog

16 09 2007

Has it really been 3 weeks since my last post??? Holy time shifter, Batman!  Where has all the time gone?? I’ve got lots to catch up. Maybe this little post will get me past the inertia of the back-blog. Right now, though, I’m heading off to bed. This shift back to school-time is kicking my butt and really cramping my  late-night style…